Forsaken by my parents, I must bake
A pie, a biscuit, or even a cake
My parents, so proud, say that they love it
I, too, am fulfilled cuz in them, I shit

If nutty, to them, I serve up a pie
Or a dish more savory, if corn supplied
Since I was a child, I have done this
I am better at it than at rhyming

If you want a nice treat, leave out the poo
Or keep it in, really, it’s up to you
As you make what I bake, something might stink
Solutions are found in my sponsored links

Now I will let you get to the big bake
More words are needed for profits at stake
Please take care and enjoy my recipe
Return next week when I make drinks from pee